Roses Under Cypresses

Chapter 5

Harry had been quick in getting to MACUSA, signing the paperwork. He was still waiting on his first assignment. He had been in touch with the Mundane courts in order to bring Will's trial date closer. Waiting close to five months for the date was unacceptable, thankfully with his contacts, it had been forwarded four and a half months. Which means he had a fortnight to bring more than questionable doubt to the case. While Hannibal – hopefully – did what he had to on his end. If he didn't, he was going to be extremely unhappy with the cannibal.

Other than that, he was spending his time walking Will's dogs around the acres and acres of land surrounding Will's home. It was oddly peaceful, quiet, tranquil in a way, birds making noises in the early hours of the morning. It had been a long time since he felt serenity like this. His life had mostly been about hunting down and catching the rest of the Death Eaters. Just waiting for the day where he wouldn't have to watch his back. Which meant a lot of tracking, both magical and mundane, a lot of cheap and seedy hotels. A lot of fast food or food from vending machines. Years and years of it, honestly, he was so relieved it was over.

He'd just been waiting for the day where he could approach Will again. Where he could do so without fears and worries that someone would do something for payback. He'd already lost all semblance of family. He'd refused to lose Will too, the fact nobody knew was his saving grace really. He shuddered to think what could have happened if they did. Now, he'd come back to this, to Will in prison of all things.

Not exactly what he'd wanted to return to, but Will would be free soon enough. He was rather hoping it wouldn't actually come down to a trial. With the new slew of cases, he was hoping he'd gain an acquittal though the obvious that he was not guilty. Nobody in that courtroom would like him if he had to lay into them. Well, not him personally, he'd need to find a damn good lawyer.

"Winston!" Harry called in warning, as the dog took off a little too far from his liking. They were getting close to a little dirt road that nobody other than locals use. Tractors, cars, dirt bikes the like. He'd gotten well of the beaten track so to speak, so with a single whistle, he turned the other way. He was quite quickly joined by the pack of dogs, keeping up with him while playing with one another.

Half way home, his phone began to ring.

Harry glanced at his watch, perplexed, it was awfully early for anyone to be getting in touch. Still, regardless of the early hour, he fished out his phone, the number unfamiliar, area the code was Baltimore. "Hello?"

"Is this Harry Potter?"

"This is he," Harry informed the male owner of the voice, wondering who the hell this was.

"Harry James Potter?"

"Yes," Harry tone became curt and annoyed, "What is this regarding?"

"Will Graham?" it came out a question not an answer.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Barry Fisher," he hastily explained, "Jack Crawford is trying to get permission to take Will Graham out of Baltimore's Hospital for the Criminally Insane for the day."

"Ah," Harry said, realizing who it was, he'd never spoken to him before. "Thank you." With that Harry hung up, well, he'd just see about that. Jack Crawford would need to think again if he thought for a second, he was going to get to continue using Will for his own gain after what he did.

Making a quick phone call, he slipped his phone into his pocket, it was time he met this Crawford.

Harry scooped up the tiny dog, that definitely wouldn't be able to keep up with everyone. Then he began a fast jog back to the house, it hopefully shouldn't take him more than fifteen minutes.

By the time they got back to the house, the dogs were panting outrageously, even Harry's own energy was flagging a little. The dog might be small but she was very heavy after a while. He was off just by three minutes, eighteen minutes it had taken.

Jogging up the steps, he opened the door and the dogs piled back into the house. Putting the dog back down, Harry grabbed their water bowls and filled with them water, adding big chunks of ice so it would remain nice and cool for a while.

He then fed them, using Will's normal recipe, they way they'd guzzled it down they'd definitely missed their normal food. There was no crap in the food Will gives his dogs, only the best for them. Made him wonder just what Alana had been feeding them, tinned dog food?

Giving them all pats as he passed them, he flicked his wand and cleaned, dried and ready for the day. Leaving them to eat and drink their fill, normally he would have waited at least an hour before feeding them after such a long walk. Unfortunately, he didn't know when he was going to make it back.

Summoning his jacket, he slid it on, yawning as he did so. He didn't remember the dogs wakening him and Will up at the ass crack of dawn in the past. Had that become their new routine with Alana? Getting up so early? Stretching out, he slid his shoulder bag over his neck and locked the door. Not that he needed to, he'd know if anyone so much as approached the house.

Harry made a beeline for the car, shrinking it down to toy size. Apparating to one of the few blind spots BSHCI had. Everywhere had blind spots, they're strategically placed, all over the world. So that people could Portkey and Apparate safely, without affecting or being seen on CCTV cameras. All the mundane avoid the areas, so it wasn't as if they were about to Apparate to a spot that was 'popular' and find themselves recorded. It was a decision they'd made in the 80's when CCTV began to be put into operation, but solidified in the late 90's.

Righting his car, he drove it up by the security guard and handed over his credentials and was allowed to drive on through. Although, honestly, he could have kept driving the guard looked ready to drop any second. He must be coming up to the end of his shift, not that he could imagine a lot of people coming to BSHCI very often in the night.

He found a parking spot as close to the building as possible. Exiting his car, he locked it as he made his way inside as quickly as possible. He had made it so that he was the only one able to see Will during his incarceration. He had full control over Will as it were, having applied for Conservatorship over Will. He'd been informed it was the best way to go in Mundane law so Harry gave them the go ahead. He'd immediately stopped the psychiatric meetings he had with Chilton.

"Sir? Doctor Chilton would like a word with you? Please follow me," one of the orderlies requested of him, a no-nonsense voice.

Harry glanced at him coolly, before giving a curt nod. He was only doing his job after all, and judging by the stress lines on his face, it was little wonder he was always brisk. Harry followed the orderly, upwards instead of going downwards towards the cells.

Harry tapped his foot while the orderly knocked on the door, "Come in!" came the reply, the orderly stuck his head in the door, "Special Agent Potter as you requested, Sir,"

"Bring him in," Chilton said, his voice perking up a little.

The orderly opened the door a little more, letting Harry enter before closing the door behind him. Leaving Harry alone in a room with Chilton. Harry glanced around the room, finding it filled with all manner of things. Taking centre stage was his awards, certificates with books taking up the entire wall behind him and his ornate desk.

He wanted to give the appearance of being well read, intelligent. Which he had to be, in order to pass and graduate with a Master's. The books however, Harry noted, most of them were unread. No cracks in the spine, no discoloration, they were there for display only. Moving towards the seat, he smoothly sat, face impassive, refusing to break and ask what he wanted.

It didn't take long at all for Chilton to break under Harry's inscrutable gaze. He'd reacted the same way he had the day he visited Will. He liked to appear confident but it was a shell, hiding an insecure frightened man behind it. Although, don't get him wrong, Chilton was a rather handsome man.

"What do you want with Mr. Graham?" he questioned, eyeing Harry speculatively, trying to figure out the guys angle. He was absolutely terrifying, that stare, hell, not even his own patients instilled that sort of hair-raising fear he felt when in the room with this man. "What's your angle?"

"Angle?" he repeated blankly, Harry found it a good way to get people to reveal more than they intended.

"Everyone wants something from Will Graham, whether they admit it or not. A pay rise? A promotion? Help finding the latest serial Killer?" Chilton questioned, "To profile someone?" unfortunately, he didn't know, the entire time the agent was with Graham he heard nothing, evidently, he had some sort of audio scrambling device on him that his orderlies had missed.

"I don't want anything from him," Harry declared, making his face a little too innocent.

Chilton smiled blandly back, "I'm sure." He replied, before going on to say, "Perhaps we can both benefit from…an accord so to speak."

"Oh? How so?" Harry asked, crossing his legs, why was he wasting his time here when he could be talking to Will? Part of him was also curious how much rope he should lend the good doctor before he hung himself. The more time he spent in the man's presence, the farther he could read his mind so it wasn't a total loss.

"Allow me to give Will the help he needs," Chilton explained in faux concern.

Harry snorted, "I have zero interest in the help you can give Graham," purposely using his last name. Regardless of name used, it was true, Harry most certainly wasn't interest in the help Chilton wanted to give Will. The slimy bastard had been using practices that could see him disbarred from the psychiatric world. What he was doing…wasn't only illegal but very unethical and had resulted in the death of quite a few people. Just for a bit of fame, it made Harry sick to his stomach.

Not even murderers deserved what he had been doing to them. To be stripped of your sense of self? He wanted to do this to Will? Was doing it to other prisoners under his care? No, it wasn't to be borne. He was going to have to do something about that.

"There is a lot of money to be had in the book I intend to publish," Chilton got down to the real reason he wanted Will Graham in his office again. He was sure being a Special Agent paid moderately well, but not as well as he could ensure. "How much do you want?"

"About Will Graham? Without his permission? Without my permission?" Harry questioned him, amusement lacing his voice. "I am Will Graham's Conservator; I am basically an extension of him." A subtle smirk playing across his features. It had been all too easily accomplished with Will's current predicament.

"Yes," Chilton agreed, eyes gleaming with greed and envy. "How much?" when it came down to it, it's all people really wanted. Money and fame, it was just how the human race were inclined.

"It sounds like you're attempting to bribe an officer of the law there, Chilton," Harry warned, he was bored of this conversation. He had everything he needed, including where the Muggle kept his journals, he kept on his …experiments. It was all the proof he would need for Mundane court of law. He pondered on whether Chilton could be arrested for the murders Gideon committed, after all the guy had been created by Chilton.

Chilton straightened, eyes sharply narrowing in on Harry with caution. Had he been reading him wrong? No, he probably found it difficult to get by with a government salary. "One thousand dollars for each session." Pushing the boat out, testing the waters. He doubted the guy was recording the conversation so it would be a 'he said' 'he said' sort of deal and he was sure it wouldn't go anywhere. "Will needs help, and if this is the only way to go about it, then I shall do what I need to in the best interest of my patients." It didn't hurt to be too careful if he was recording it, he would write it off as concern.

"As lovely as your own personal brand of concern is, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline." Harry said with more politeness than the man deserved. No need to make him any more wary as is, not until the police show up at his door to arrest him.

"Two thousand dollars," Chilton upped the ante, not quite ready to give in. He supposed he could continue his interviews without the special agent's approval. He could just bury the paperwork at the bottom of his desk and plead ignorance.

"Really, there is no money you could offer me that will lead me to accepting your generous offer." Harry informed him; it was really insulting to be honest. Two thousand dollars was pocket change to him, pennies really when you think about his entire estate. It was probably a lot of money to Chilton though. He worked for the government after all. "Now would you please see to it that I am escorted to Wills…cell," his distaste obvious when uttering the word.

"Two and a half, my final offer," Chilton cajoled, under the impression Harry was playing hard to get.

"Truly, Doctor Chilton, you're barking up the wrong tree," Harry told him, taking a little bit of pity on him. Why must everyone think fame is everything? It was…a horrendous gross invasion of privacy. Perhaps he saw it differently…but he knew fame intimately, knew it like the back of his hand. It wasn't something anyone should aspire for. Yet Muggles did it constantly only to whine about it afterwards. He'd get fame alright, just not the kind he was hoping for, lets put it that way.

"Very well," Chilton sighed, as if it was a hardship, "Here's my card should you change your mind." It had his personal number emblazoned on it; he could only hope that the Special Agent would change his mind.

Harry actually contemplated ripping it up and throwing it around the room like confetti. It would be amusing to see the look on the guys face. In the end he just slid it into his pocket, refraining from rolling his eyes.

"Williamson! Escort Agent Potter to Graham's cell," Chilton called out curtly, as they stepped out of his office, before the orderly could approach, Chilton stepped back into his office and all but slammed the door. Clearly upset with how the meeting had gone, he wasn't one who tolerated failure well. Despite how often failure bit him in the ass.

"Follow me, Special Agent Potter," orderly Williamson gestured for Harry to come, and with that both were off in the direction of the lower level. Being buzzed in through gates, the CCTV camera's watching their every move.

Their journey was spent in silence, the Orderly having nothing to say. Neither did Harry, as a matter of fact. Before too long, they were at the last gate which would grant Harry admittance to the level Will was in.

Only once they were there did the orderly begin speaking.

"…don't hand the prisoner anything…" Harry barely listened, Will was no more a danger to him than a toddler. Not because Will wasn't dangerous when pushed…but because he could trust Will at his back. They were brothers after all. Admittedly nobody knew that much.

"…do you understand?" the orderly finished, waiting expectantly for Harry's answer before they proceed.

"I do," Harry agreed, even though he hadn't heard more than a few words. He hadn't listened the last time either. Too eager to see Will and find out what the hell was going on.

With that the door was open and Harry walked through, the orderly let him go in. Harry stalked down the hallway, not even glancing in to see the other prisoners. Which he thought was diabolical really, there wasn't even a hint of privacy to be had. Not even to do the toilet. Prisons did give a little bit of privacy in prisons so that prisoners could relieve themselves in privacy with a little barrier.

"Good morning, Will," Harry said giving his brother a genuine smile, noticing that he looked much brighter and a whole lot more hopeful than when he saw him last.

"Harry," Will murmured, his tone still filled with worship and awe.

"I've gotten you a trial, it's been moved up," Harry explained, "Here I brought the book. Read it, it will be…liberating," he couldn't believe Will had just discarded a book on his own gift. It would have made everything so much easier for him if he'd read it. Then again, the stubborn idiot would have thought nobody could know his own gift better than him. If that's all the book was about, Harry would have entirely agreed with him. Putting the book through the opening, he closed it again. "Don't be stubborn about it, believe me, it's extremely informative."

He would have asked how the hell Harry found it if he hadn't known about magic.

"Hannibal is also going to be helping in your release from here on his end," Harry informed him, clearly entertained as he sat.

Will blanched, realizing exactly what Harry meant, "Can't you just find Abigail?" that way nobody else would have to die. Nobody deserved for the Chesapeake Ripper did to them. Their deaths were horrific even if the tableau was…beautiful, the elevation to art was a sight to see.

"Feeling parental, Will?" Harry questioned, cocking his head to the side, "The people you're drawn to." He sighed the hilarity of it not lost on him. "Me, Hannibal, Abigail…she might not have done the deed but she's definitely a budding serial killer in the making."

"Her dad forced her," Will refuted that statement. He knew it was a lie, even as he said it. He'd just gotten so used to defending her from everyone who said she played a part. Especially Jack from the get go.

"Because you can only feel fond of her if she's not involved and not a killer?" Harry asked blankly, what on earth was wrong with Will? He was so very different from the young man he used to know before they parted ways. "You really need to stop teaching at Quantico, all those emotions have bled into you…you're very different from what I remember." It wasn't disgust, anger or disappointment that enveloped Harry, it was merely worry. All those hopeful faces, wanting to do good, to change the world, they'd bled into Will and fundamentally changed him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Will grumbled, thinking on what Harry had said, he made a good point. He knew she was involved; his empathy had told him as such, even at the height of his illness.

"Seriously? All those emotions bleeding into your own psyche, when you get out, I'll give you a potion that will purge everything not your own feelings from you." Harry said seriously, "Is there anything you'd like to do when you're out?" he'd need to go to a trusted source for it. He couldn't brew that particular potion, it only took a week, so by the time Will got out it should be ready. Any Potions Master would relish the challenge of that specific potion. It wasn't needed often, and rarely brewed.

"Go home to my dogs," Will said, the longing in his voice tugging at Harry's gut.

"That's a given," Harry said, "They had me up at half four this morning, we spent hours walking around…I had forgotten how beautiful and serene it was there." He freely admitted, it loved that place. It was…family, home, peace, might not actually be his name written on the deed but it was home. The Dursley's, Hogwarts, Grimmauld Place…those weren't home. He had been too young to remember Godric's Hollow. Even the other houses he used were all temporarily, all roads he envisioned had him here, with Will. "I fed and left more than enough water for them until I get home." Slipping up without noticing how he'd referred to Wolf Trap.

Will hadn't and he felt a big surge of happiness, he always felt as if Wolf Trap was lacking when in company. He'd felt a little embarrassed letting anyone see it. All his furniture was old now, faded, the kitchen…actually everywhere could do with an upgrade, and of course, the dog hairs and engine parts and his fishing gear strewn everywhere. Despite that he still wouldn't change a thing, would never change for anyone. To hear Harry, refer to it as home made him feel happy.

"What I meant is what would you like to eat?" Harry questioned, "The potion is going to take a lot out of you, you'll be bedridden for at least a day or so…depending on the damage." Giving him a look that screamed 'You're not getting out of it' no matter how much he tried to avoid it or talk his way out of it. The quicker he could get Will out of this hellhole the better.

"Anything, as long as it's not the slop they serve here," Will replied, sliding off his bed to get the book before making his way back. It was the only way he could remain seated, and he quite frankly didn't want to spend hours standing in order to talk to Harry. "What have you been doing? These past few years?" since we saw each other last, went unsaid but certainly understood.

"There's plenty of food in the house," Harry reassured him, "I even followed your recipe for the dog food, prime cuts."

Will smiled, "They're all healthy?" he spoiled his dogs, yes, but he didn't normally get prime cuts for them. Too many dogs to spoil them with prime cuts if he was honest. He did buy them treats, chews that would last them a long time, for the ones that still had teeth.

"Definitely," Harry assured him, "Although, Alana wasn't very happy with me."

"She's just protective," Will admitted, "She's a good friend." Probably the only real one he had; Hannibal had turned out not to be a good friend after all. Although, he did sort of consider Beverly and the others friends…or maybe acquaintances? The list of people he actually cared for was astonishingly short and he could keep track with his hands.

"Is she?" Harry asked, noticing the pause.

"Yes," Will replied, she'd been the only one to go to bat for him when he ended up in here. She thought he'd done it, but only because of the illness. Harry hadn't needed to ask whether he did or not…he wasn't sure what that meant though. The thing was…he was capable of what he was being accused of. Everyone was, but all the emotions, he'd been close to snapping even before his illness began to degenerate. The stress of what Jack was putting him through, it was only a matter of time. Will idly flipped the book open and closed, that was until he heard the gate buzzing.

It couldn't be time for Harry to leave yet? Could it? He'd only been here for fifteen-twenty minutes. Last time he'd been here for hours…although he'd need to ask how he managed to get access…unless he used magic?

Harry didn't remove from his spot, nor did he seem particularly surprised by the intrusion Will noticed. Narrowing his eyes, wondering what was up, who was coming? He wasn't ready to see Hannibal so he best not be there. He knew immediately when he heard the footsteps, Hannibal was silent. He knew who it was before they stepped into view.

"Jack," Will said, straightening up, his gaze automatically trailing away from the agent's eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" Jack demanded of Harry, like a bull in a china shop.

Will cringed a little, Harry wasn't going to take Jacks approach well. He watched the scene through his long fringe curiously. Making sure not to meet Jack's eyes.

Harry slowly turned to face Jack, "I'm sorry are you talking to me?" looking behind him as if he expected someone else to be there.

"There's nobody else there," Jack barked impatiently, "I need your help," already dismissing Harry and talking to Will.

Harry slowly smirked, crossing his arms as he stood, eyes gleaming coldly. "I don't remember giving you permission to visit." He told the special agent in charge.

Jack turned to face Harry, looking him up and down before dismissing him and his words.

"You're coming with me to the crime scene," Jack continued on.

"Oh, no he isn't," Harry remarked darkly, "And if you make any attempts to do so, I won't just have you arrested for abducting Will but I'll make sure you lose your job."

Will watched the two Alpha personalities face off, only Harry had anything to back up his 'alpha' status so to speak.

"This has nothing to do with you," Jack barked out frustration clear.

"It has everything to do with me," Harry informed him, "Did you actually get a judge to sign off on your scheme?"

Jack smugly handed over the piece of paper that gave him permission, making a gesture for the others waiting at the other end to come. Orderlies were coming down with a trolly, mask and a straight jacket. Harry felt a burst of fury thrumming through him, but only the fact the bastard wouldn't get his way stopped him losing his shit.

"This little piece of paper is not valid," Harry explained, smugness oozing from every pore. "You'll find that Will Graham has a Conservator, and you are most assuredly not him." Smacking the paperwork against his chest a sly smirk gracing his features.

As surprised and disheartened as he was to THAT he took delight in Jack's facial expressions. He'd seen him pissed off more than a few times, but he had never seen him go quite…like that. Honestly, if he was capable, he would have steam coming out of his ears.

"So, you can take that, shove it sideways up your backside and get the hell out of here you hypocritical bastard." Harry said sweetly.

Will listened as Harry somehow sounded polite despite his words. Hannibal would have been impressed.

"You have a Conservatorship?" Jack asked Will, giving him a look that suggested he was completely insane.

"Apparently," Will grunted, not sure whether he was happy with these events or not. It was certainly something they'd need to discuss once Jack was gone.

"Who?" he demanded; he'd just get permission from whoever it was. It couldn't be family, Will didn't have any family. It was usually family that gained conservatorship.

Will gestured towards Harry with a 'are you dumb' look on his face. Honestly, Jack was the head of BSU, you'd think he'd figure it out. Swallowing thickly when he noticed the stuff the orderlies had on hand. Jack really would have had him out of the prison to investigate a damn crime scene. Strapped in and muzzled like wild animal, something even he wouldn't do to an animal let alone a human.

"We need him," Jack said pleadingly, doing a complete turn. "He'd be helping us save lives."

"Then you need a better team, Mr. Crawford, how about actually putting in the work instead of using Will? He's not a sacrificial lamb you can lead to the slaughter." Harry said coldly, eyes gleaming with vengeance in mind. "Perhaps if you had kept your promises, you'd still have someone so loyal that it hurts to know it was wasted on you." His hand curled as if the urge to slug Jack Crawford was almost too much to bear.

"And your motives are entirely altruistic?" Jack protested, turning yet again when he realized he wasn't going to get his way, but not so curt to burn bridges.

"My motives hardly matter," Harry said blankly, he didn't need to explain himself to this piece of shit. "Now as I've said you don't have permission to be here or see Will. I kindly ask you to leave before I call someone way above your pay grade." He threatened the guy with something he was sure would work.

Jack Crawford stood there, breathing heavily through his nose, looking ready to rip and tear Harry to shreds. Harry just straightened impossibly straighter, staring at Crawford, not even giving a little. The guy might be slightly taller than him, but he had been dodging bigger and angrier Muggles in the past. He would beat him if he did try anything. Even if he had to resort to magic. He'd do it. He played dirty to win, there was no good in honour if you were dead after all.

When it looked like Crawford would do nothing but try and stare him into submission Harry pulled out his phone. Pressing the button on the middle, and Siri came on, "Call William Clyde,"

'Calling William Clyde' came the voice.

Crawford looked ready to howl in outrage, turning on his heel he strode out the room like a wounded bull. Ripping up the paperwork he had to take Will out of BSHCI. William Clyde was Crawford's bosses' boss. The one at the very top of the food chain that could and would make Crawford's life very uncomfortable.

Hanging up, he shot off a quick text message apologising for calling and hanging up. Buttering him up with 'knowing' how busy he probably was, and informing him that Jack Crawford had tried to impede upon the law. Having a note of it would always be handy, oh, he was going to enjoy having Crawford by the balls before dispatching the lousy bastard.

"Conservatorship?" Will asked, his tone blank for the first time as he stared at his brother demanding answers.

Harry waved his hand, "I knew this would eventually happen, I didn't expect it so soon though. It's only legally binding while you're in here, the second you get out you are free of it." he didn't add 'I promise' since Will knew him well enough to know he'd never lie. Especially not to Will. Will was just as vindictive as him when wronged after all.

Will nodded, content with that knowledge, and with the looks that had graced Jack Crawford's face. He'd never seen anyone get the better of Crawford before. He could bend anyone to his will, he knew just what to say to get that to work after all. Harry wasn't just anyone though.

"As for what I've been doing…mostly tracking," Harry admitted, sitting back down once the last of the Orderlies was gone. "Hunting down the last of the Death Eaters, a lot of them were hiding out in Mexico, or here in the States. I caught the last one just before I hopped on the plane here."

"It took you years to do that with magic?" Will asked incredulously.

"They were constantly on the move, it's not as easy as it sounds, plus they can just Apparate away which begins the search all over again and there were dozens of them, I spent a year tracking Rodolphus Lestrange alone. Got my ass handed to me twice before I succeeded in catching him." Absently rubbing his arm where it had been severed, thankfully it was reattached before any permanent damage occurred.

"What's happening to all of them?" Will questioned, how long would they get?

"They're being executed," Harry replied immediately, "Dementors kiss, as far as I know there hasn't been a date set yet."

"As far as you know?" Will rose an eyebrow curiously.

"Kreacher will be bringing me my mail every day, I haven't read it this morning yet, so there may well be a notification." Harry explained, although anything from the USA would come directly to him, primarily MACUSA. "Yesterday he dropped it off just before lunch time, naturally, time difference." Which would make it about seven o'clock when Kreacher fetched the mail for him in the UK.

Will nodded, it was a lovely break from the utter silence he'd been enduring.

"Has Chilton left you alone?" Harry asked after a few moments of comfortable silence.

"Surprisingly, yeah, your doing?" Will asked, elated that he didn't need to endure the smug prick.

"Of course, he was at me earlier, trying to get me to agree to let him talk to you," Harry said in amusement, "He thought two and a half grand would do the trick." Merriment in his tone.

Will laughed, shaking his head, leaning against the wall, evidently Chilton didn't know what Harry's entire estate was worth. Actually, come to think of it, he didn't either, but he knew that two thousand dollars was pennies to him. "He won't give up." Will warned him, "He tried for years to get me to agree to see him. This…" he gestured around him, "It all a dream come true for him."

"I'll be by every day to visit, even if I can't stay all day, if he does just tell me," Harry stated, "After that…I'll put my plans for him in earlier motion." A vindictive sneer planted on his face.

Will blinked, opening his mouth like he wanted to ask before snapping it closed. Perhaps it was best not to know. Harry said he – Will – changed…but the reality of it was, he had too. Or it might have something to do with the fact he was only meeting people who had wronged Will severely.

Of course, Harry would be showing a whole different side to himself to protect what was his.

I've got no idea if I'm capturing any of the characters, characters accurately, but here you go! I hope you'll enjoy it, although would you like to see the gruesome Hannibal scenes written out? Will Harry join him or will that happen further down the line? I really do hope I'm giving the characters justice but hey ho if not it's not the end of the world...not sure i'll ever write another one though :) just like WDW! R&R please